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hour glass
two decades slipped through the hands of time,
trying to salvage what I coukd, trying to claim what was mine. I sit here and wonder where I am, I sit there and contemplate on why, and what I have. A fist full of nothing, is all ive got, a heart filled with something, was all he saught. Sifting through the sands of times past, what have I got... but an empty hour glass? Ive nothing more to show, ...than this, a smile and beautiful ignorance sealed with a bittersweet kiss. two decades gone by, and ive nothing to grasp... than this fucking empty hour glass. Oh the irony of it all, two decades of nothing emptiness was all I saw. How do I fill my self up? How do I know when its enough? So much trivialitys, laden with insignificance, yet...i held my head high and in this empty hour glass I danced. a fist full of nothing. two decades gone by. at the bottom of my empty hour glass... I refuse to cry. |
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